
small shells,
a found marble,
soft sea glass and
a tiny cut crystal

I lifted you so that you would learn to lift yourself.
I listended to you so that you would learn to listen to your own voice.
I carried you so that you would know when to carry others.
I loved you so that you would rain love generously on
all that grows around you with a yearning thirst.

Sweet, little babies…
the teen girls wrap you in blanketed warmth,
holding you like soft treasures in the sand.
My mother takes the light one and strokes its
head against her cheek. We speak softly,
the red light warming our hands.
This is a fleeting moment lasting under five minutes,
which I will remember long after the day ends
and the moment passes.